Confront Your StormsIf only you knew.Confront Your Storms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said those words infinite times,
Repetition streaming like raindrops,
Pounding, pounding, pounding
In a torrent.
The more I think them,
The greater the storm.
If only you knew.
Some days I step outside to a trickle,
Other days a surly drizzle
That merely inconveniences.
I duck my head,
Pop out my umbrella,
And continue on to class.
If only you knew.
Other days a flash flood of tears
And half-rational thoughts
Drown my feet in whirling combinations
And a thousand other emotions
Too complex to state by name.
Words turn to mud,
Mud to mires.
Then the only clear words within me are,
"If only you knew."
If only you knew.
Somewhere else on the planet you reside,
A massive urban landscape
Where you rarely step outside,
Or even hear the pitter-patter of rain
Tapping on your windows,
Asking to be let in.
You ignore the raindrops,
Don't want to know the weather.
But if only you knew.
Once I descended down from the storms I wreak
And knocked o
HumanityHumans...Humanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a delightfully
Wonderful and intricate
Species we are.
We birth our young
And care for them.
We provide ourselves
Food, water, and shelter.
Save animals from pain,
Hatred and scorn.
But on the same token...
We do nothing but hurt,
We are the most creative
And destructive backstabbers...
This world has ever seen.
I am LoveEverywhere I turnI am Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's another love song.
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
Web for a lieA spider weaves a web for a lieWeb for a lie1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand tight-ropes strung on high
And if the truth is found out
A million crossroads to hear her cry.
In the dark of a lie, the truth is the light
Like so many stars in the dead of night
A single street lamp can hide them away
Now the asphalt is in sight.
And buried just one layer deep
Was a treasure that he could not keep
So it flew to a fire for the heat
Those who never lived in a grave, asleep.
In another world, another plane
If time stood still, they would stay sane
The wall has two sides, both blank
Batter against it with nothing to gain.
The spider weaves a web for hate
On which only she stands straight
A thousand tight-ropes hung on high
And the victims fall to her debate.
I Heard My Old ScreamI heard my old screamI Heard My Old Scream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunt the fields beyond my window.
I floated down into the dirt
And let the trees of grass dye my robes
As I shrunk into the mushroom spores.
I tossed myself like old lemon rinds at her feet,
While she orbited me like a satellite
Until her weeping crescendoed to anguished shrieks.
Then I heard her voice
Burn holes through the past
Where she asked me to try and stand up straight.
But I couldn't stand to charge my lungs with breath
So she lifted
Strangeness off my chest.
I felt her hollow hand
Hold up my reeling head
And wondered how a surreal Echo
Could be so physical.
There I was, dancing on sweet toes
Through halls of foreign eyes,
My tears a solution of dread and fright
Clinging to my skin
Yet my body was dry as October leaves;
Easy to ignite
And like a matchstick burnt
Through dim eras of pain
Until she poured over me
Like a waterfall.
Then I felt her voice
Shake the milkyway,
Scattering moondust in my eyes,
Blinding me with a lunar l
Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sightPlace of Not-Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is
I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone
All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness
And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity
I can be no more
EnzymaticIn my tears I drowned for youEnzymatic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my cries could not grow fingers to r e a c h ;
you were apathy wrapped in silent smiles,
which touched and made to feel.
I felt youdiscovered you,
like children sent scavenging for
hidden notes and clues;
you were a jagged jigsaw puzzle
lovingly pieced together
Done in silence,
through studied observations
and tentative smiles aimed at shoulder blades;
you would never grant me access
if you knew my subtle intimacy
left one-sided and aching like
goodbyes rolled into single nights of warmth.
You were my radiance,
illuminating internal corners
until I believed that I, too, could shine as bright;
it appears only some are meant to be the sun.